Friday, January 29, 2016

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

out of the mist


They are busy preening, loving and preparing for parenthood. Busy times ahead...



Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Monday, January 25, 2016

A friend


My camera settings were all wrong, I totally overexposed the bit of time I had with this little guy. I almost deleted this image because it was not what I intended. But something drew me into this photograph, into the possibilities of it. He is a light feathery being who sits among the thorny cactus plants. Layers of intricately feathered patterns, more clearly seen when the wings are opened, each tail feather a different design. Speckles and stripes and swirling patterns of fine detail. A bundle of airy lightness. Yet he sits on prickly sharp edges of the cactus, seemingly unaware of his thorny surroundings.  I shall remember him when I close my eyes to meditate. 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

I see me


  My shadow melts into my world where I love to be. Content to be somewhere between here and there.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

hanging out


These two red bellied woodpeckers are waving in the breeze from the very top of a developing palm frond that will soon open up to seize the day.

Monday, January 11, 2016

easing into the morning



It was dark when my feet reached the sand. The cloud bank was low in the sky with a deep steely grey that forecasted a colorless sunrise. The ocean was warm and foamy and I was content to just be there. Thin strips of color reached out from the rising sun, just enough to remind me that the day was beginning silently, as if a meditation had swept over the horizon.  

Saturday, January 9, 2016

I guana see you!


Birds aren't the only ones who live in the trees. This Iguana resides at Wakodahatchee in Florida, and I think from the looks of him he rules the land, or rather the preserve. I have no words for him….


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

we meet again


I've been waiting to see one of my favorite birds, the American Kestrel, and finally there he was on top of his dead tree that he loves so much. He preens and watches and preens some more. He is the smallest of our American falcons. This is one beautiful bird don't you think?


Sunday, January 3, 2016

Friday, January 1, 2016